A cute girl is the only interesting thing this movie has going for it. She’s a 24-year-old named Asami who falls in love with an older man after auditioning for a video project of his. Things aren’t what they seem in either case.
That’s where the plot goes from a boring romance to an unintelligible thriller. There are a few sadomasochistic shock scenes for your viewing pleasure, but, even with bone-shearing wire at its disposal, the film just doesn’t cut it.
my rating : 1 of 5
1999
The beat, led by what sounds like a sample of Klaus Voorman’s bass riff from You’re So Vain; the Carly Simon song this Janet Jackson song interpolates; is fire. It’s also hip-hop. That might be why the women decided to rap, which comes across more like spoken word poetry.
To be clear, Carly Simon provides new vocals here; psychotic ramblings are more like it; and she’s pretty annoying, but there’s a part at the end of a bridge in which she brings the song to an aesthetic high. “I’m a storm cloud, baby,” she says, “You can roll like thunder all over me.”
The Vain chorus the subtitle comes from, which serves as the chorus here too, is the worst part, but it’s one of those relatively rare cases in which a song is good even though its chorus isn’t. Aside from the classic Jam/Lewis beat, that’s thanks mostly to Janet Jackson’s sassy singing.
my rating : 4 of 5
2001
It’s All For me? I don’t know if she’s referring to her album or her body; she’s lying in bed nude on the cover photo; but I’ll take them both. The former is her best yet. Its title track, a sexy party classic, is her best song yet. The latter is, at one point, dripping with honey.
“Ooh Baby,” she murmurs, but making Love is a euphemism. It’s a rainy night and Janet is horny. She wants to get fucked then do the fucking. “I just wanna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you,” she demands, “Make you cum too.” This is Janet Jackson porn music and I’m All in.
Props to Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, who, with help from Rockwilder, provide the melodic songstress a host of innovative soundscapes. The Son Of A Gun beat is fire, but Carly Simon is almost as annoying as the Interludes, which continue to flaw Janet Jackson’s albums.
I could mention the order of the songs; the album is clumpy with fast dance and slow sex songs during its first half; but that would border on nitpicking. All For You is both praiseworthy and thankworthy. So thank you Janet, Jimmy and Terry. I really appreciate it.
my rating : 4 of 5
2001
There’s a point a little over an hour in that’s truly scary if only because it takes you by surprise, but this Picture can hardly be categorized as horror. It’s more of a supernatural thriller with strong philosophical and romantic overtones.
Dorian Gray is a rich man; the movie’s production is fittingly grandeur; but it’s his handsome looks that serve as the gist. The story’s two main women fall in love with him, unaware of what becomes his deepest and darkest secret.
my rating : 3 of 5
1945
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Somethin To Ride To would seem a more fitting subtitle in regard to grammar, but the concept is on point. These beats, every one of which reeks with funk, are the highlight. Devin’s laid back vocals merely accommodate. The Rollin Up bit, which works as a double entendre, has to do with how much weed he smokes. The album ends with a reggae joint called The Doobie Drop.
my rating : 3 of 5
2019
Declaring her “the greatest women’s mixed martial artist of all time”, as Joe Rogan does here, is a ridiculous overstatement, but you have to give Amanda Nunes a lot of credit. She knocks out Cris Cyborg; a fighter I rank above her; in less than a minute; about the same amount of time it took for her to beat “goat”-contender Ronda Rousey.
Rousey is just a tough woman though. Cris Cyborg is, from the looks of it, a virtual man, which, considering modern society’s delusional coddling of so-called transgenders, shouldn’t be regarded as an insult. That makes this Nunes victory all the more impressive, though a rematch could help remove the feeling of flukiness.
my rating : 3 of 5
2018
This is Paranormal Activity 6, but it seems to ignore the plot of part 5, so you can watch it after 4 and not miss a beat. The year is 2013; these movies are never present day; and the Katie/Kristi sisters are back via old VHS footage, but it’s all in vain.
The Ghost Dimension, which opens to the daughter of a new family, starts decently and gets worse as it goes on. By the end, it’s a mess of bad acting and silly visual effects, the latter of which includes a hole in a wall that looks like a huge gaping anus.
my rating : 2 of 5
2015
“You don’t have to tell me every time you pick one up,” Eeyore groans to Christopher Robin, who’s been finding acorn shells in the forest. It’s one of the rare times the movie’s constant attempts at being funny actually succeed. The plot, which plays between Robin’s family life and his job as an efficiency expert at a luggage company, is mostly silly.
my rating : 2 of 5
2018
Madonna continues on. This album; the umpteenth since her 1983 debut; has her playing an alter ego of sorts. You can call her Madame X; a feminist and romanticist version of Malcolm X; though the music still sounds like Madonna.
That’s not a good nor bad thing. She’s far from the music goddess she’s often described as, but sometimes she manages to create something special. Crave is a highlight here. Most of the other songs are aesthetically mundane.
my rating : 3 of 5
2019
Excellence? Not even close. That, of course, has less to do with Lindt than my taste buds, which were never keen on dark chocolate. The flavor of these bars remind me of Raisinets, though there are no raisins; just tiny bits of roasted hazelnuts, which are overwhelmed by the chocolate.
my rating : 3 of 5
It’s a relatively close fight, sure, but I think Demetrious Johnson is the obvious victor. Why two of the three judges give it to Henry Cejudo is a mystery to me. The wrestler scores some impressive takedowns but doesn’t do much with them. DJ is clearly better on the feet, where most of the fight takes place.
my rating : 4 of 5
2018
He’s not referring to the cliché “love” most singers sing about. It’s even worse. Kirk Franklin is a diehard Christian, so when he speaks of Love, it has to do with his purported God; the all-loving Jesus.
“I don’t wanna love nobody but you,” the congregation, whose album this really is, declares during an early refrain; one of the better bits of an album that can’t seem to rise above mere decency.
Just For Me could reach glory if the chorus matched the rest of its aesthetic. OK is okay. Spiritual is too, though it gets a lot better as it conjures a fun jazz horn session during its final third.
my rating : 3 of 5
2019